Life in a painting
The cartoonist drew a little girl on white paper with a round face and big eyes, looking very cute
The cartoonist drew a little girl on white paper with a round face and big eyes, looking very cute. The cartoonist who created her loved this little girl and wanted to draw her with the most cheerful smile, but when a stroke fell, the little girl's smile looked a little unhappy. It seemed a little forced, a little bewildered. The cartoonist held up the piece of white paper and looked left and right, wondering if it was because she was the only one on the paper and there were no things that could make her happy. So the cartoonist added an oversized plush doll, a delicious strawberry cake, and a fairy tale book full of beautiful stories to the little girl's hand. The little girl's smile really looks a little happier. But not happy enough. The cartoonist changed a piece of white paper and drew a little girl who had grown up, and on this paper, in addition to keeping the original fairy tale book in her hand, he also gave her an expensive Barbie doll, a beautiful bow, and a spinning wooden horse box. But the little smile that originally stayed on her face disappeared. The little girl looked at the cartoonist with a helpless face. Well? You are not satisfied with these things? The cartoonist was a little distressed, replaced the third sheet of white paper, the drawing of the little girl has grown into a girl. This time the picture has a nice dress, delicate long curly hair, and several girls of similar age, sitting with her in a flowery courtyard, enjoying a fine afternoon tea. With friends you should not be alone, right? The cartoonist thought so. Cheer up. But the young girl sitting among the group of friends did not laugh, but only clutched her fairy tale book, and her face appeared a little despondent. This is his creation, his child, as an old father he would like to give her the best things in the world, how can she not be able to show a genuine smile? After that, the cartoonist drew many more pages. On these pages, there are all kinds of beautiful things, such as cherry blossoms in spring, such as cute cats, such as luxury jewelry, such as a relaxing picnic under a clear blue sky, a lively ball in a luxurious hall. As the paper gradually accumulates into a thick stack, the main character in the drawing also grows from that round-faced little girl to a big girl, and the things she has changed one after another are the best that the manga artist can think of for her. But apart from the fairy tale book that was always there, nothing could make her a little happier. She was even a little sullen, with a faint sadness hidden in her clear eyes. What had gone wrong? The cartoonist meditated and suddenly had an inspiration. That's right, love! She needs a wonderful sweet love! The cartoonist drew a boy on the paper with great care, cheerful and handsome enough to attract the eyes of countless girls. But only the girl in the painting could not attract. When the boy appeared, she deliberately shifted her gaze to the other side, and did not look at each other more. Ugh. The cartoonist was at his wits' end, confused and guilty. Why can't he make her happy? What did she really want? In the center of the last sheet of white paper, the cartoonist drew only the girl who had grown up, and then stared at her for a long time, and did not draw anything more, but put his brush next to the girl. He whispered to the girl: What you want, it's up to you to decide. The next second, a miracle happened. The girl in the painting actually stood up, holding the brush, which was about her height, and began to draw in the blank space on the paper. Although she drew clumsily and roughly, the simple lines slowly emerged into a complete picture. It was a long road, the far side of the road leads to the vast mountains and sea, between the mountains and the sea there are strange cities, friendly friends, but also fire-breathing evil dragon, magnificent adventure. The girl deliberately drew a sword and inserted it carefully in her waist as the best partner to accompany her on the journey. Finally, the girl put down the brush, picked up the book of fairy tales that always accompanied her, and waved back at the cartoonist before following the long road to the invisible distance. With a happy smile on her face.
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